Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by New Order. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.